"I'll do it."
He said and raised his gaze.
"I'll build the Screamer."
Callighan's expression didn't change much. But something shifted at the corner of his mouth, the faintest suggestion of a smile, the kind that didn't reach his eyes but meant he was satisfied.
When Gaspar had wrung the information out of Zakthar about the three stones housed in the Tri-Core Matrix, Callighan had listened to all of it carefully and quietly, the way he did most things. The Fire Spitter had its uses, raw, destructive, obvious. The Frost Walker too. But neither of them had held his attention for long. It was the third one. The Screamer. That was the one he kept coming back to in the quiet hours when he was thinking through the shape of things.
The ability to attract Infected. To command them. Through sound.
